Good Sunday morning. I want to get an entry in before the day starts to perk up and get warm. The only thing I managed to accomplish yesterday was brunch and sleep. What a day. It has me worried that I want to sleep so much.
Brunch was fun, though.
If you read [Athena], she wrote about crashing my date on Thursday evening. This was my second date with Dean, the guy who went out with a friend last year and exposed himself to her. Thing is, the “friend” that I mention is actually the lovely [Athena] herself!
First of all, I know that exes are off limits, but this was not really the case, as the two of them had only gone out twice, but still, I felt really weird going out with him after finding out that he’d gone out with my friend.
Secondly, the way I found out was SO hilarious. You know how we don’t always use real names here at PB? Well, [A] and I went to a concert on Monday night, and as we were standing in line, we were talking about all kinds of things, and the subject of my last Rate-A-Date came up. She was trying to figure out what his real name might be, and there was some back and forth and then suddenly…she was like, I think that’s the guy I went out with last year who got drunk on the second date and took his pants off!
She had a photo of them that they’d taken on their FIRST date - a selfie, and sure enough, it was Dean, the guy I’d gone out with last Thursday and wrote about here!
I was dying, and of course, I struggled with going out with him again, knowing that (A) he’d gone out with a friend, and (B) he seemed to maybe have a drinking problem as well as a dick exposure issue! But [A] was super cool about it and told me that she’d be thrilled for me if he turned out to be my Prince Charming. I wrote about it here, asking what YOU would do in this situation, and the opinions were about 50/50, so I decided to take a chance and to go out on date #2 with him.
Cutting to the chase, I think that there were too many wrongs here to make a right. Here’s what went down:
- He was late. So late that I thought I was getting stood up. Told me he simply lost track of time. What?
- [A] and her date, Hot Photog just happened to be in the neighborhood at a cool party in the area. I’d already texted [A] to tell her I thought I was getting stood up!
- They came to my rescue at exactly the same time Dean showed up (no apology, no real excuse except for “lost track of time.”
- [A] and HP joined us for a drink and while it was hilarious to have them there, they were much further along in their evening than Dean and I were - and I was still annoyed by the weird way that the whole evening started without a notice of lateness and a lack of a good explanation. I’m not a hard-ass, but he either wasn’t thinking about me OR he was being passive-aggressive.
- When [A] and HP went on their merry way, there were awkward silences between Dean and me…so much so that I finally said that I didn’t think we had a connection
- Date ended pretty abruptly
So that was my Thursday night. Friday was a frantic day at work so I went to sleep pretty early and woke late on Saturday, went to brunch, had two drinks and went home and fell asleep again. Then it rained, so I slept some more. Then the dog didn’t want to go for a walk, so we went to bed.
The End.
Today, I woke up early and am excited about getting some shit done. I still have organization to do in the apartment (Marie Kondo is right - it does take 6 months to a year to get the clutter out), and I need to go grocery shopping. I’m taking the dog for a nice long walk today - maybe a couple of walks. But one walk for sure is to the noodle bar for lunch!
OK, not a whole lot, but I did want to document the follow-up to the Dean story. Done and done.
On with the day…with love!
GS
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